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Monday, August 14, 2006

Book #39 - Love, Rosie and a weekend update

This was a cutsie little book that centered on this young girl and follows her life from age 5 up to 50 through nothing but correspondence - emails, letters, cards, IM sessions, etc. You keep waiting with a level of frustration to see if she gets a clue at some point, and thankfully you are not disappointed at the end. Sorry if that ruins it for you should you choose to read this.

So, this weekend...hmmmm. Saturday of course I worked until 6. The hubs got home at 1:30 or 2 and proceeded to clean the garage. He cleaned the FUCK out of the garage. I gotta say, sometimes it takes an act of Congress to get his ass to do something but once he does, he does not half ass. Case in point: my lawn. That is a constant issue of tension for us. He is not one of those people that are an embarassment to the hood but my idea of a nice lawn is short and looking good - no stragglies. Stragglies - they no buggah him. I finished work up and then we went and grabbed a quite bite out since I had a small dose of cabin fever. We very dutifully bypassed Cold Stone. I think I should get a fucking medal for that shit. Sunday he went to work and I got up to go eat lunch with Karen, who bought a new house out in the middle of the sticks but it's gorgeous. Right now, her house is too small for her family. She has 3 girls and the 2 younger ones are sharing and it just is not working. I am thrilled for her to be moving - it's fab news. I am also very willing to go help her buy new house stuff. I am fucking nice that way, ok?
Then I stopped off at Target. I went to go get drinks they had on sale and a cart full of crap later, I left. I know. I KNOW. I think they run some sort of drug through their a/c system that makes me powerless to their wiles. Then I called my sister but she was out. Called the Pops to say hi and we talked all the way home. He is 71 and in many ways does not seem it but recently I am seeing and hearing the aging process taking over. Makes me nervous.

Am I the only one who shakes her ass at Justin Timberlake's new song? I LOVE IT. My cousin thinks the video is like porn but in my humble opinion, it's no worse than most of the shit out there.

I watched more Gilmore Girls. I so want to live in a place like Stars Hollow. I love that little town. And, the older I get, the more I am sorta wanting to live where they have 4 seasons. Yep, this from the girl who went to college in the Burgh and swore on the Black and Gold that she would NEVER EVER shovel snow again just to go to the fucking store. Here, all we have is blisteringly hot and then 2 days of winter.

Well, the kids start school today. The boy does anyway. The girl starts college next week. We gave her a check towards her books - an amount of which should have covered the bulk of if not the entire amount. Considering we give her mother a giant chunk of our budget every month, I thought it was still the right thing to do. Um, until the hubs had to call to make sure she got the check. Yeah, I guess the 2 minute phone call to her dad saying "Hey thanks, I wanted to let you know I appreciate the money" just was not gonna happen. She claimed it was a "I was so busy at work thing" but whatever. I guess that newfangled thing that is permanently attached to her head just does not work when calling her dad to say thanks. Some weird feature, I'm sure.

Today I was supposed to have lunch with an atty I used to work with but she had to bail since one of the attys that I did work for dumped about a shitten ton of work on her Friday. I so remember those days. Ahhhhh, the freedom. I miss it not a bit. :)

Elizabeth at 10:25 AM

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at 10:58 AM Blogger Tammy said...

FIRST, BITCHES!!

Yea, don't hold your breath for the "thank you" phone call. This child was raised by her mother, remember? :)

 
at 11:07 AM Blogger patti_cake said...

Yeah, what Tammy said...

I want to live in a place with four season too or else have a house on the beach here in SC... *sigh*

 
at 11:31 AM Blogger Nicole said...

You passed up Cold Stone? That DOES deserve a medal! And I am the same way with Target. I think they identify me on the parking lot cameras before I even get inside the store! I surely own at least a bathroom stall now with all the money I have dropped there! :) Happy Monday my dear sis!!!

 
at 1:53 PM Blogger Territorial said...

In the middle of a Saskatchewan winter I bitch and moan about the cold, but I love having 4 seasons. Fall is around the corner, my favourite time of year!

 
at 2:15 PM Blogger Shell said...

You get TWO days of winter...that is so f-ing unfair!! I think we get at the most a whole day of winter. That's it.

I'd name my first born Target if I got a discount there... :-)

 
at 10:08 AM Blogger Pissy Britches said...

COLDSTONE...yummy.

TARGET..yummy.

Are you sure you aren't my long lost sister.

 

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